what place do I keep
in your memory –
what corner mine
of your heart
are there windows there
overlooking your life
– a garden
we dreamed
in the night

do you wonder sometimes
to the way we became –
paths never journeyed before
– how the warmth
of your hand
seem fitted for mine
as love seeking reason
for more

are there days
recollected –
with sun in your eyes
light through a window
where shadows
became
the difference in living
as silence recalls –
a memory tethered
by name

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